One of those days....

Ever had one of those days when you should have just stayed in bed? When Newton's law, Murphy's law, and every other law is stacked against you? Sunday was that kind of day {for The President}. Everything was fine until lunch time. A friend was having a birthday party and wanted The President to bring me home some food before the party got started {I was home not feeling well, so The President was on kid party duty-problem 1}. He asked if I wanted some chips and grabbed a bag out of the bin on the pantry floor. A few seconds later, something caught my eye. Tons, and I do mean tons, of ants were crawling all over my counter and bar and sink and dishwasher and it was horrible {problem 2}. He ran to get ant spray from the utility closet, and the shopvac and the mop. We were out of ant spray {frustrating when you need something and your housewife didn't get that stocked for you, huh? problem 3}so he grabbed the wasp spray and used at least half the can on my kitchen countertop. Everything came out of the pantry, chips went into the outside trash, ants were chased down and sprayed to a horrible twitching death. And you know all the scrubbing, vacuuming, and washing that followed. Forty~five minutes later he was back at the ant free party.

On his was home, he decided to get ice cream and called to see what I wanted. I told him a banana split {what? I'd had a trying day, too.}. A few minutes later he walks through the door covered in ice cream, strawberry topping, and whip cream {problem 4}. The holder had collapsed and the melted ice cream went all over him and the car {problem 5}. So, we cleaned & scrubbed on the car and I ran his clothes and the towels we used through the wash. Forty~five minutes later he was falling asleep watching the Olympics.

We needed gas in the car {problem 6 with gas prices:)}, so later we stopped at the QT and decided to get some snacks as we were having family movie night and you need snacks while watching The Princess Bride. The President got himself a big ol' sprite. When we were getting settled in for the movie, B. was trying to get her daddy's attention and as he turned to look at her {you can see it coming, can't you} his arm brushed that big ol' sprite and sent it flying {problem 7}. Forty~five minutes, 8 towels, a swept and mopped floor, a washed couch, and another load of laundry later~The President called it a night. Good idea.